Y'know, few things in life should be so highly treasured as a really good night's sleep.. honestly. Really think about that.. whenever you go to bed at night, you don't think about it.. you just lay there and think, okay, I'm tired, and then POOM, awake in the morning (at least that's how it should be.. I think) And then when you wake up in the morning feeling rested and relaxed, muscles nice and loose, energetic and ready to face the world, you don't think about the great sleep that you just had.. you are already thinking about what you need to do for the day right? Typically, that's easy, because sleep should be like breathing. Subconscious, and relatively easy to handle without much thought.

However... what happens on those nights when you go to bed just the same, and something holds you back?? Maybe its stress, maybe it's temperature, or maybe its just being right uncomfortable in your skin yes? Something tugs at you and keeps you awake, and then once you are able to sleep, welllllll forget about it being long, deep and relaxing.. noooo no, you can expect a vexxing, troubling, tossing and turning fiasco easily capable of keeping you up for a looooong time. What's worse is that in the morning, bags drooping, eyelids fighting every voluntary movement, you feel cheated.. like, in your head you think "What in the hell was that sh*t body??.. is that the best you can do??"
See, that's how I feel today.. my body is tired from working out, being awake for a long day yesterday, and yet here I am at 830 in the morning sipping on coffee, feeling as defeated as the day I let in 5 goals in 4 shots in a soccer game (yes its possible)

I realize that all that up there was kinda uneccessary, but yknow, it's my bloggy and I'll spam if I want to, spam if I want to..
So now that I am up and nowhere NEAR running, I figured I'd make my morning coffee and share my sleep woes with everyone. Strange considering that I used to be up until 3-4am every night.. man how the times change so quickly. Before you know it, you're working normal hours, giving yourself curfews, doing all this responsible stuff.. what have I become?? I still wanna be loud, proud and 19, going to rock concerts and skateboarding.
But it aint all bad, life at a quarter of a century does have its benefits. As Homer Simpson said it best, "I'm Male aged between 23 and 53.. EVERYONE LISTENS TO ME!"
I'm starting to wonder if this post has ANY point at all.. if it does, could someone please drop me an email and let me know what it was all about.. thanks, you're beautiful :)